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Jul 25, 2013

“5Th Floor… Tring”, aired
the lift system to my desperate ears as I was rushing to the ground floor for appetizing
my hunger in the lunch break. As the doors started to open, the adrenaline
rushed more into my body to force me to jump-in. To my surprise, the lift was
packed with unfamiliar faces which looked fuming for interrupting their lift journey
by a traitor from another floor. Looking at their expression, my feet rolled
back and again the wait continued.

I uttered to myself in disappointment,
“How long to wait again? …. No! ”. I was hungry like a wolf and every second
waiting there seemed as if waiting for years. Well I am a man of patience but except
for this lunchtime where every molecule in my drained body craves for food. For
a change, I tried that stupid counting technique where you count numbers in
some order and then reverse back the order only to control your temper. HO! It
was a waste for a guy who was now turning into an egg headed monster.

Few more eager minutes passed as such
and after that another sound of lift pinged my ears. Thankfully, I could find a
comparatively less crowded lift welcoming me. Eureka! I got in. But once I stepped
in, some more guys followed me and the few handful people got multiplied into a
full-size crowd. The view was presenting
the memoir of mass exodus of Jews by the Nazis where people in colossal numbers
were expelled and pushed into the train coaches like rats.

Now I was spaced in the front corner of
the lift, near the lift controls, with a fat stinking guy almost glued to me
and two more young ladies adjacent to me. Besides, the lift carried a grey haired
man in front of me and few more people busy in their business.

It was all boring and dull…colorless. No background music or no good faces to make it
pleasant. All the way down, the grey haired man kept staring at my little
worn-out shoes and the two ladies kept assaulting my ears with their pinkish
chitchats. More annoyingly, the fat guy sticking to me was busy picking his big
nose and playing with the dirty boogers round and round…YuK!!

And now while the lift started moving
down and stopping at every level, I was tired and even more frustrated, the
same way as the people inside the previous lift which I missed. Ah! Now I could
actually realize the level of annoyance you feel while you are in a rush, your lift
is booked and still people call the lift to move just one level up/down
interrupting your left journey…Hehee.